The Eunice Cubicle

I’m a weapon for Saturday.
I’m the baddest car in the parking lot,
Hottest gun that the preacher shot.
And I always get my way,
Always get my way.

I’m a weapon for Saturday.
I’m a house that fell on bitter witch
Hottest bitch in a biker flick.
And I always get my way,
Always get my way.

And you will find me with the stars in the sky
And you will feel me like a thunderstorm.
Shades of ground you walk upon.
And you can wonder who I really am.
I’m only the faces of every woman
Just a heartbeat in a min.

I’m a weapon for Saturday.
I’m the baddest car in the parking lot,
Hottest gun that the preacher shot.
And I always get my way,
Always get my way.

I’m a weapon for Saturday.
I’m a corporate guy with the biggest tip.
Coolest bitch on the Vegas strip
And I always get my way,
Always get my way.

You can hear me in the right songs,
You can try to block the sounds out
I stand there chanting all night long
I’m nothing but your dearest friend
I will keep your secrets locked up.
I’m the one who came to thank.

And I’m taking what’s mine.
I won’t go down without a fight.
You can try to tie my hands.
I will break the knots that surround them.
Got my song and my sheet.
I can see that battlefield.
I keep marching until the last.
I’m the shots in my bed

I’m a weapon for Saturday.
I’m the baddest car in the parking lot,
Hottest gun that the preacher shot.
And I always get my way,
Always get my way.

I’m a weapon for Saturday.
I’m the fastest horse in the Derby race.
Only know how to win first place.
And I always get my way,
Always get my way.

I’m a weapon for Saturday.
And I always get my way,
Always get my way.